Stranger

She stands before me, we are almost identical in appearance except for our clothing and hair. Her black T-shirt features the mathematical symbol of pi in clear view, and her grey jeans were most likely bought from a second-hand store. While my hair is tied back neatly, hers is flying all over the place in a very unflattering fashion. She looks about a year younger than me.

"What's your name?" I ask this girl politely. I would make a comment on her atrocious sense of style, but I fear if I was to say the smallest thing I would scare her away.
"Haruka. Haruka Minamimoto." she replies, "But most people call me Haru." She definitely looks nothing like a Haruka Minamimoto, more like a Grace Smith or a Cassidy Jones or something along the lines of that.
"Oh," I say, "I would have thought your name was... Lily. Or something."
"Well, it's Haru!" she says, beaming at me. "Wanna see my artwork?" She holds out a sketchpad filled with drawings of extremely anatomically incorrect drawings of men in various awkward positions. I want to tell her that her artwork is incredibly bad, but she comes across as the type that will either burst into tears or say something defensive if I criticise her. I laugh as if I find her drawings funny.
"What do you like?" I ask, "Like... what kind of music?"
"Japanese music!" she says with enthusiasm."
"And?"
"Just Japanese music."
"Wow..." I do not understand how particular people can be about their tastes.

We sit and chat for a little longer, until she says "I have to go. Need to catch up on my gaming. I'm playing The World Ends With You. I zetta LOVE that game!" She uses a word I do not understand, then runs off into the distant screaming a bunch of numbers.
"What a strange girl..." I mutter under my breath.

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The character I just described was actually... me, last year. It proves how far I have gone in the past year, and how much a person can change...